Mary: "Can you wave your arms and jump up or down or something... Okay! I see you. Turn to your left. No, I mean your other left. Yes. Now do you see the big white building?"

Mrs. Compass: "Oh! It's right in front of me!"

(at this point Dr. Pissy, the rest of the staff, and I were all standing at the window, in hysterics, while Mary tried not to lose her composure)

Mary: "Great! Just walk straight toward us!"

(Lady in red sweater and baseball cap walks about 10 feet toward us, then turns around and goes back the other way)

Mary: "Stop! Turn around!"

Mrs. Compass: "I thought you said I had to go east?"

Mary: "Yes, but now you're going west."

Mrs. Compass: "Are you sure?"

Mary: "Promise. Just turn around and walk toward the white building."

A few minutes later her flight landed successfully at my office. As she was filling out the paperwork, she said "You know, I started out in this building, too, and noticed your name on the directory. But I was sure you were in building #5, so I figured it was another Dr. Grumpy, and left."

Omg! We do this too! Client calls lost, we say where we are, they say no you aren't. We have them describe their car & then it's "turn left now! Oops, missed it, turn around at the light. Now turn right in 20 yards - oh, you passed us again! Turn around at the light. Now you need to turn left at the - hey, you missed it again!"

You're really making Psychiatry seem like a better idea. If for nothing more than entertaining patients. Neurology is too technical for my interests, but Psych was really good and sounds like have a lot of patients in common.

i got off a plane long ago in a foreign capitol, and after clearing immigration and customs saw a man holding a sign with my name. i had no idea i was being met, and walked on by thinking curiouser and curiouser...

similar phone calls all the timeCaller: can you tell me how to get to your store?Me: I can try. Where are you now?Caller: I don't know.Me: I need to know where you are in order to give you directions.Caller: I'm traveling.Me: But you don't know where you are?Caller: No. So do I turn left out of the parking lot?Me: I don't know. What parking lot are you currently in?Caller: I'm in a hotel.Me: Which hotel?Caller: I don't know.Me: You don't know where you checked in? Look around for stationary with the name on it or call the front desk. In fact, why not call the front desk for directions?

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